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148                            LETTERS   FROM   THE

and I describe them as I see them at the moment.
Hereafter, perhaps, a comparative view may lead
to the truth*

The way poor, fat Laborde lost his life was
this: in Robespierre's time, scarcely anything was
more criminal than being out late at night and
driving in a cabriolet. His son, Auguste, supped
with some gay ladies and stayed very late; so
about two in the morning he drives away in a
gig—is stopped by the first patrol, and asked who
he is—"Laborde."—"Quoi, fils du riche?"—"Non,
du ferrnier g&ifral."—"Ou est-il, le p£re?"—"A
tel endroit."—"Quoi! il n'est-pas mort, avec les
autres fermiers g6n£raux ? on nous avoit done
tromp£s." And the next morning the hell-hounds
were despatched, and the father taken to prison,
all by his son's dissipation and folly.

Harry's protige, M'Grogan, has been to see
me, full of gratitude for his kindness, which he
has expressed warmly to his friend Barras. He
told me he had been to the reception of an am-
bassador, and heard Barras speak so elegantly!
such fine French delivery! I could not help
smiling. What a critical ear Mr. M'Grogan must

Lord Malmesbury has a good deal of diplo-
matic morgue, yet seems indolently inclined. He,